I know what it's like to watch my grandpa get sick and pass away. My grandpa getting really sick, a terrible yet life changing experience. I had never dealt with loss before so my grandpa getting really sick truly affected me.
At the age of six years old my grandpa got diagnosed with rare throat cancer. At first it started out as a bump on the side of his throat, it protruded too much so my grandma had him go to the doctor. After my grandpa found out he had cancer he went to long beach everyday, he went to a doctor's office and they gave him large doses of vitamin C to shrink the tumor. A little while after he started doing this the tumor was actually shrinking. The doctors told him to now go through surgery to remove the tumor and start chemo after, but he didn't.
When my grandpa decided he didn't want to get the surgery and do chemo he went to Santa Barbara. He went to Santa Barbara because he started seeing a nutritional specialist to tell him what he could eat to heal his body. So when he went to his check up at the doctors he got an MRI and it said that the tumor had gotten larger. From that point he said that he couldn't go through the process again and he gave up. It just got worse from that point on.
He just ended up letting the cancer take its course. The tumor got so large that he couldn't swallow and they put a tube through his belly button and fed him that way. My grandma would always make antioxidant and vitamin rich smoothie to try and keep him healthy. I remember him being in a lot of pain so he was always taking painkillers, which were oxycodone and legal heroin. Later the cancer started clogging up some of his blood flow so he had a hard time breathing. My aunt Cindy was a nurse so she came down to his house a was able to unclog some of the blood veins, so he could breathe better and that hurt him alot.
When it got close to the time of his passing he started being really nice and generous to me. He would always hug me, kiss me and want to spend time with me. I remember a couple of times he would give me like forty dollars and tell me to take care of my mom, grandma and little brother. He really changed his demeanor and being a positive and truly awesome even though he was going through all of this pain and difficulty. I think he knew he was going to leave us, so he wanted us to have a positive memory of him.
The night that he passed away my grandma was going to bed and he told her that he wanted to sleep in his chair that night. A Little later my grandma heard him talking to someone, so she went out to look at him and he was looking up and she thought he was speaking to God. The next morning he was gone. I remember my mom driving all of us down to their house and there were some cop cars and paramedics. Nobody was allowed to go in the house except for my mom.When I found out he was gone all I could do was cry. A couple of weeks later was his funeral, all I remember was Pastor Rob, Tina (his friend he played baseball with) and my dad said speeches about my grandpa. After the funeral the direct family went to the pier and wrote something we wanted to say to him on a baseball and threw it into the ocean. I am glad that we got to do that and really say goodbye.
In conclusion, I was never the same after that experience and I'm glad I got to know him.I know what it's like to have my grandpa pass away.
At the age of six years old my grandpa got diagnosed with rare throat cancer. At first it started out as a bump on the side of his throat, it protruded too much so my grandma had him go to the doctor. After my grandpa found out he had cancer he went to long beach everyday, he went to a doctor's office and they gave him large doses of vitamin C to shrink the tumor. A little while after he started doing this the tumor was actually shrinking. The doctors told him to now go through surgery to remove the tumor and start chemo after, but he didn't.
When my grandpa decided he didn't want to get the surgery and do chemo he went to Santa Barbara. He went to Santa Barbara because he started seeing a nutritional specialist to tell him what he could eat to heal his body. So when he went to his check up at the doctors he got an MRI and it said that the tumor had gotten larger. From that point he said that he couldn't go through the process again and he gave up. It just got worse from that point on.
He just ended up letting the cancer take its course. The tumor got so large that he couldn't swallow and they put a tube through his belly button and fed him that way. My grandma would always make antioxidant and vitamin rich smoothie to try and keep him healthy. I remember him being in a lot of pain so he was always taking painkillers, which were oxycodone and legal heroin. Later the cancer started clogging up some of his blood flow so he had a hard time breathing. My aunt Cindy was a nurse so she came down to his house a was able to unclog some of the blood veins, so he could breathe better and that hurt him alot.
When it got close to the time of his passing he started being really nice and generous to me. He would always hug me, kiss me and want to spend time with me. I remember a couple of times he would give me like forty dollars and tell me to take care of my mom, grandma and little brother. He really changed his demeanor and being a positive and truly awesome even though he was going through all of this pain and difficulty. I think he knew he was going to leave us, so he wanted us to have a positive memory of him.
The night that he passed away my grandma was going to bed and he told her that he wanted to sleep in his chair that night. A Little later my grandma heard him talking to someone, so she went out to look at him and he was looking up and she thought he was speaking to God. The next morning he was gone. I remember my mom driving all of us down to their house and there were some cop cars and paramedics. Nobody was allowed to go in the house except for my mom.When I found out he was gone all I could do was cry. A couple of weeks later was his funeral, all I remember was Pastor Rob, Tina (his friend he played baseball with) and my dad said speeches about my grandpa. After the funeral the direct family went to the pier and wrote something we wanted to say to him on a baseball and threw it into the ocean. I am glad that we got to do that and really say goodbye.
In conclusion, I was never the same after that experience and I'm glad I got to know him.I know what it's like to have my grandpa pass away.